[In honour of one of my favourite Italian football journalists and bloggers, Giancarlo Rinaldi, and his ‘Hundred-word Hero’ series, here is my attempt at the genre, published by him here]
He was brooding. He was temperamental. He could fail to hit the side of a barn one minute, score sublimely the next. He was our Montenegrin flawed genius. He was Vucigol.
He had a knack for the dramatic. A last minute goal specialist – not for the faint of heart. He was a high-octane, unpasteurised, parental guidance compulsory, batteries not included, big game player. He gave the teams we love to hate reasons to hate us back.
Pants off, Y-fronts exposed to the world, arms open wide – VENI, VIDI, VUCINIC!
He’s gone to Juventus, but we’ll forgive him. Eventually.
Categories: Roma/Italian Calcio
A grassroots sports photography enthusiast based in Auckland, New Zealand, and a fan of the most magnificent football club on earth - A.S. Roma.